The little things
One of my greatest enemies is the little things.
The little things bother me in a way that so very few other things do. They adjust my attitude in a not so subtle way and make me madder than a hatter in wonderland. They cause me to scowl at the nicest of people and beep at the loveliest of elderly ladies on the road.
The little things cause me to be quite ineffective for at least an hour while I wait to cool myself down and remind myself that it was just a little thing in the first place. After all, “it’s not even a big thing” I try to say over and over again.
The truth is that it’s not the big things that render me useless for much of a regular week in Martyville, but the little things. It’s not my enemies that normally make me mad and bitter, but my friends who mistreat me or someone I respect that disagrees with me. Normally, It’s not the passing of a loved one or a major financial struggle that really gets me down, but when I’m slowed by a cold or forget to pay a bill that irritates me and causes me to lose my cool. Its not a major problem at Fellowship that will suck up the majority of my week, but a whole bunch of little time stealers (i.e. facebook, “hi phone calls”, and excessive blog reading) that will cause me to say, “Where did all the time go?” and if I’m not careful today…
The little things will crush my entire day.
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Wow! I could have written the same thing, especially today…